“Let the daylight in upon it.”
Her colour returned as she spoke, and a look of determination came into her eyes.
“You will not be afraid to be left then when I go down?”
“I am cowardly enough to be afraid, but not cowardly enough to let you go alone. I will share with you. I shall not be afraid—not much—not too much, I mean—if I am with you.”
Donal hesitated.
“See!” she went on, “I am going to light a candle, and ask you to come down with me—if down it be: it may be up!”
“I am ready, my lady,” said Donal.
She lighted the candle.
“Had we not better lock the door, my lady?”
“That might set them wondering,” she answered. “We should have to lock both the doors of this room, or else both the passage-doors! The better way will be to pull the press after us when we are behind it.”